Is envisible, as surface, is seismic as contention.
2. Ether is edible, for God's sake.
Is probablised; is slake.
3. Ether is already begotten,
Now re-worked as Lydon Be Rotten.
(My car lights full beam. 'Love me...'. Then, *, in front of me. I do things. Seconds later, I do more. Onwards and on. Recollection points me. I am sessional, in my non-crisis. About abilities, I say this... fit into stuff, be strewn across the bedroom, smile-boiled, and impersonal. Open your legs. Midnight sharp I will take you.)
Paradigm One: nothing garnered but small portfolios and and and discomfort. My Body: your body. I understand and I have not forgotten but I still don't know.